Mother's Day Gifts

I'm sitting inside sipping a cup of coffee and checking up on Facebook and Twitter. The house is quiet, except for the click-clack of Hubs across the room on his computer. The sounds of giggling and screeching children drift from across the street.

I checked in on everyone a few minutes ago. I called out to ask if the kids wanted to come home to eat lunch. My calls went largely ignored. Nick was there, in the throng of kids - all 7 of them, age 3 to 6 - bouncing on the trampoline and climbing the treehouse, doing things Nick would have had far too much anxiety to attempt a year or two ago. This not-having-to-moderate-every-social-interaction thing is kind of nice. :D

These friends across the street are new. They don't know about his diagnosis, nor do I feel the need to tell them.

A boy, a sister, his friends, and a perfect spring day. Quite possibly the best Mother's Day gift.